Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.